"Driver, do you have an umbrella?"

It didn't rain when she went out. Thinking that Shen Shiyuan would be alone, she rushed down from the dance group without thinking about it.

As a result, it rained heavily within a few minutes of getting on the bus.

Before the car stopped, Ning Huan couldn't help asking the driver if he had an umbrella.

When the driver stopped the car, he looked back at Ning Huan and said, "Miss, I only have one umbrella."

Ning Huan looked at the pouring rain outside the window and knew what the driver meant.

She raised her hand and directly took out 200 yuan from the bag and handed it to him: "please, brother, I really want to use an umbrella."

After all, it's all about money. When the driver saw the 200 yuan, he immediately gave her the umbrella.

Fortunately, the quality of the driver's umbrella is not bad. As soon as Ning Huan got out of the car, the rain crackled down and fell on the umbrella, as if he wanted to break it through.

It rained like this, and Ning Huan couldn't even see three meters in front of him.

She doesn't know where Shen Dongcheng's tombstone is. She only knows that Shen Shiyuan didn't come to Shen Dongcheng's funeral because Shen Dongcheng asked to be buried near Shen Junling and his wife.

Shen Dongcheng was selfish in his life, and he didn't let others feel better after he died.

She probably remembers where the tombstones of Shen Junling and his wife were, but it's hard to distinguish them in such a heavy rain.

The rain is like pouring water, and the cemetery is built on the mountain. The water rushes down the mud. Ninghuan walks very hard.

The rain has formed a curtain of water. It's hard for Ning Huan to tell where he has gone.

She could only stop at each row to have a look. After walking for nearly 20 minutes, her skirt and shoes were all wet, and she finally saw the man standing in the rain.

Ning Huan hurriedly went over with an umbrella. Shen Shiyuan was covered with water. Her hand trembled and she called him: "three little?"

Hearing her voice, he gave her a sidelong look.

The rain washed down the broken hair in front of his forehead. His eyebrows and eyes were blocked by more than half of the rain. There was no ordinary streamer in her eyes.

Ning Huan raised his hand and touched his hand. As he imagined, it was as cold as ice.

The throat seems to be blocked by something. Ning Huan is very uncomfortable.

She looked up at him and tried to smile: "I'll take you home, sanshao."

Hearing her words, he seemed to be stunned: "what a heavy rain, baby."

He said, looking up at the rain.

"Yes, it's raining hard. Let's go home, sanshao."

She said, holding his hand tightly, raising her hand to push the umbrella over his head.

But she is shorter than Shen Shiyuan by more than 20 centimeters, which makes her a little difficult.

Shen Shiyuan gave her a smile and raised his hand to take her umbrella: "silly baby, I'll support it."

He said, backhand holding her, umbrella side to Ninghuan, his whole person almost fell on the outside of the umbrella.

Ning Huan looked at it and couldn't help standing on tiptoe and pushing the umbrella: "don't do that. The umbrella has all fallen on me."

"Well."

He answered her, but there was no change in his movements. Most of the umbrella still fell on her.

The rain was still so heavy. The muddy water from the mountain was very dirty. Shen Shiyuan suddenly stopped in front of the corridor and put the umbrella on her hand: "I'll hold you."

He said, also don't give her the opportunity to speak, bend down to embrace her directly.

Ning Huan wanted to struggle, but he didn't open his mouth when he saw the rain dripping from his hair.

He holds her like this, she holds the umbrella, at least the rain can fall on him less.

All the way, Shen Shiyuan didn't say a word, so he took her to the car, opened the door and wanted to put her in, then he turned to get on the car.

He was covered with rain. When he got on the bus, he immediately found a towel from the back seat and wrapped it on her: "wrap it first, and I will go home soon."

As he spoke, he started the car.

Ning Huan released the towel and wanted to help him, but he first pressed his wrist: "I turn on the heating."

Then he turned on the car's heating.

He said he would be home soon, but the speed was not fast. He was racing in the heavy rain.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to the villa.

It's still raining outside, just a little bit less than at the beginning.

Ning Huan got out of the car first, went to the kitchen and told the servant to cook two bowls of chicken soup.

As soon as she turned from the kitchen and walked out, Shen Shiyuan picked her up.

"San Shao -"

Ning Huan was caught off guard and called him.

As if he didn't hear it, he walked very fast and went straight back to the room with her in his arms.

After entering the room, he did not let go, directly holding people into the bathroom.Ning Huan is put on the washing table by him. He turns on the water in the bathtub. At this time, he looks back at her: "be obedient, take a bath quickly."

Summer's clothes are thin, and Ning Huan's skirt is already wet when she looks for him.

When he carried her out of the cemetery, her clothes were wet for more than half.

But compared with Shen Shiyuan, she is nothing.

Subconsciously, Sanhuan pulled him out of the room

Shen Shiyuan turned back to pick her eyebrows: "I go to guest bedroom, or - baby, do you want to wash together?"

Ning Huan face hot hot, loose hands, "then you quickly take a bath, don't wash cold water."

"OK, listen to Mrs. Shen."

He said, turning to help her with the door.

Ning Huan looking at his back, only feel some sour fundus.

The water in the bathtub was quickly put away. She took off her skirt and took a shower before going in.

Because she was worried about Shen Shiyuan, she didn't wash for long. She just soaked for a few minutes and then came out of the bathtub.

Wrapped in her bathrobe, she found a casual dress and put it on. Then she went downstairs and brought ginger water up.

As soon as she got to the third floor, Shen Shiyuan came out of the guest bedroom after taking a bath.

When he saw the two bowls of ginger soup in her hand, he came over and reached for her.

Entering the room, Shen Shiyuan felt very sad. Without waiting for Ning Huan to open his mouth, he had already reached for a bowl of ginger soup to drink.

Ning Huan looked down at him while drinking ginger soup. His hair was still wet, and some of the broken hair on the edge was dripping water at this time.

She didn't say anything, she just lowered her head and drank the ginger soup.

After drinking, Ning Huan said: "three little, I help you blow your hair."

Hearing her words, he put up his hand and wiped his hair. He hooked his lips and laughed: "OK."

The expression on his face was impeccable, but the smile in his eyes never reached the bottom of his eyes.

Ning Huan looks at, in the heart is very uncomfortable, but also can't bear to tear him down.

"I'll get the blowpipe." She said, got up and went to the bathroom.

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